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" Pain is pain, if he is silent "
(G. Pascoli)

Well yes: agree with the "Journal" .
The Daily Via Negri is the only one of the top 10 newspapers in Italian generals do not open - today, Sunday, Feb. 27 - With the news of the discovery of the corpse of Yara Gambirasio , the little girl mysteriously disappeared three months ago in Bergamo.

Sure, I admit that the interview with Cardinal Bagnasco el'editoriale-river Giuliano Ferrara - which cover almost the entire first page of the "Journal" - to deter the most to venture beyond reading the newspaper. But rather than put up with yet another tragedy pornographic or view the photo naked opponent to turn the master (that Silvio Berlusconi), this and more!
So, at least for now, let's narrow the acute reflections of national giulianone - which reminds us that the great mistake of Napolitano was to contribute to ' abolition of parliamentary immunity - and admire in silence the stunts with which lexical Cardinal Bagnasco riesce a dimostrarci come i macroscopici ed inquietanti risvolti politici, etici, giudiziari ed istituzionali del caso Ruby, in realtà, altro non siano che la dimostrazione di una “ fibrillazione politica ed istituzionale che non avvantaggia la società e rischia di creare un clima avvelenato che rende insicuri e, alla lunga, intolleranti ”. Guai!

Sorvoliamo, dunque, sull’ incredibile intreccio orgiastico tra potere e informazione per cui accade che il direttore di un giornale posseduto dalla (ex)moglie dell’attuale Presidente del Consiglio (Giuliano Ferrara. Il direttore, non la moglie eh…) scriva un editoriale sul giornale (il Giornale) del brother of the Prime Minister (Paul Berlusconi) to defend the prime minister, whose government, however, he (Giuliano Ferrara) was minister from 1994 to 1995. We forget that in a few weeks of that space may Ferrara politician who served as an in-depth Enzo Biagi.
Arrendiamoci willingly even to the idea that the mere fact of a religious institution represent a legacy to those who represent it - in this case Cardinal Bagnasco - virtually unlimited powers in any context, such as to ensure eminence in office spaces almost unlimited in the national media and has enabled him to express freewheeling , un giorno si e l’altro pure, su tutto lo scibile umano (dal federalismo alle rivoluzioni in nordafrica).

Tutto, pur di risparmiarsi l’ennesima manifestazione di quel voyeurismo morboso del delitto che è ormai diventato un genere informativo di successo in un’Italia in cui ci sarebbe ben altro di cui occuparsi. Colpa dei media? Anche. Dei cittadini? Soprattutto.

Se è infatti vero che giornali e televisioni (anche il tg la7, ahimè) dimostrano di anteporre esigenze puramente commerciali ai propri dettami deontologici, che la delicatezza della professione giornalistica imporrebbe di rispettare in modo molto più rigoroso, è anche vero che il pubblico dimostra very fond of these stories of crime, which have nothing to do with the public interest . Even more serious, this passion comes from the need more - typical of the average - to indulge her own nature by viewer sofa, beer and remote control " not by a desire to try, once in a while, a healthy sense of human solidarity, become so anachronistic.

And the tragedy with implications macabre and dark - diluted, as in the most squalid of sit-com, in comfortable and exciting episodes - lends itself perfectly to this type of spectacularized representation: it combines the pathos of waiting for new revelations (the discovery of the corpse, on the murder weapon, the motive, murder) to the pornography of pain. What is nourished by the tears that wash their faces torn by the pain of family and friends of the victim. The one that feeds more gory details on the methods used by the executioner. What ingurgita obsessively all the details on the conditions of the tortured body of murderous madness.

And so, between the inevitable pilgrimage on the scene - now built a place of worship where the followers of the god-tv can carve out their own minutes celebrity - the testimony of friends and family who ensure that the victim "was a good person" - as if to say: "the murderess otherwise would not have had a point" - and moved the memory of the pastor in turn, decreases the curtain, ready to reopen as soon as the investigation ol'autopsia provide new material which satisfy the hunger of the tragedy of bulimia.

background dramatic stories that remain in silence .
are those that take place away from the media spotlight: in prisons, in the corridors of police headquarters, on the cold benches in parks and railway stations, barracks in the suburbs, building sites, water shake that separate Africa from Sicily.
stories that become dead numbers. Stories that should be told and reported to prevent recurrence. Stories that, probably, few listen with the same attention.
Stories that, therefore, are ignored.


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Forte 'is a strong woman Cippa

I swear, I intended this post and the previous one as a diptych. Simply put, this weekend I finally bought a book courting since its release and I never had the courage to buy.
Why?
Because I knew that I would have moved. So as I recently saw Pan's Labyrinth and I nearly came to an asthma attack tears (that I booked at the library The Devil's Backbone, the same director and similar environments, and am thinking of not watching at all).
Here, "My mom is in America" \u200b\u200bmakes you not asthma. Worse, you put him with a sweet melancholy, while a fucking fear.
Not so much the fear of dying, that is for me like any other mortal average healthy and exposed to the general risks of our society.
much for something that tells the protagonist: "The memories of her mother ran away."
He has 6 years old, her mother is dead when both he and his brother were small (but they do not know, believe to be traveling) and they do not remember it. It is the thing I find most cruel.
not want to tell too much of this book, which deserves to be read. Simply stress that even if there is a dead mother in the background, smiles a lot: the world of children is told in a sincere manner and without embellishment, in all its aspects.
And that's why last night, hugging Luke, I said something bad were to happen ever invented that are on tour with Bregovic .

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I spent my life to be strong.
I came from a family of strong women: my grandmother was widowed in war, My mother works (it should) and even a dog to help her (no maids, no part-time, no ready meals from his mother). I was brought up like that, without a single doubt in my power: it was a matter of fact, it must be strong.
completed with ridicule and innuendo against those who were not strong or do not show: the wife who left their husbands do, those who were married to "settle down", those who close their eyes while not being alone. And, at school, my mother's finger was pointed at those parents who left home for them not to question or to avoid this task in class, or those with the excuse of 'being confused "or" have to mature " lost a year or that.
L'unica debolezza che mi era permessa era quella fisica: il mio sistema immunitario non è mai stato il massimo, mi son sempre ammalata spesso. Di solito nei momenti cruciali: la prima gita, gli esami di terza media, l'occasione tal dei tali. E le vacanze, che culo.
Per il resto, per me essere donna non ha mai coinciso con l'essere il sesso debole, anzi. Mia madre e mia nonna mi hanno inculcato la convinzione che per essere donna ci vogliono le palle: lavori il doppio, fai i lavori più ingrati e c'è sempre qualcuno che ha da ridire.
Ecco perché mia madre scoppiò a piangere quando vide che ero femmina, mica per altro. Non che avesse torto.
Però io, come lei e mia nonna, sono caduta molto facilmente in due traps.
The first one is compelled to express their feelings, "like a real man." The only adult with whom I would daily gestures of affection is my husband. For the rest, I'm not used to or to kiss or hug me, nor my grandfather, if we try, we feel like a stretch. I'm not used to embrace my friends, to be polite kiss on the cheek but I do not have the momentum. And then one wonders why it feels a invaded by pregnancy and lactation.
The other trap is stoicism a bit 'celodurista. The type that just as you felt a little man to be afraid of certain situations and to feel the fatigue of others, if another woman will express her difficulties inside you think "that saw a half." Unless the problems are not so big and objective. Even if you are open and reasonably well-prepared, even if rationally would have nothing bad to be in trouble and say it, a little voice inside you take the tone of the sergeant in Full Metal Jacket. It is an aspiration to perfection , but the hardness of becoming tough enough not to be cut down by anything. Beautiful illusion.
addition to these flaws, be considered "strong" it creates another: the other, the fact that you are "the strong", they always take and never offer.
For goodness sake, not all evil is a silver lining: learn to ask for help if you need them. But you can only do with Who is close enough, while the rest of the world sees you better armored and not even remotely dream of giving you a hand. Or rather, come on, you are strong, overcomes the difficulty. Fuck, it should be ': maybe I'm strong, maybe I can, but if someone takes away some burden from the shoulders does not make me sick. If that someone takes it from me then I'm quite happy even spontaneously.

Dedicated to my husband, who comes back to Earth when she becomes conscious of my weight and I remove someone. Without dropping the others.